From the heavens comes the star of death
A burning torch, a bitter breath
Wormwood falls with a fiery glow
Casting its poison where the rivers flow
The waters black, the sky turns red
The earth consumes the cursed dead
A third of life, consumed by flame
Under Wormwood’s burning name
Wormwood’s poison, bitter sting
A star of death, a cursed kind
Waters burn and rivers dry
Beneath its shadow, nations die
The bitter taste of the poisoned well
As the earth echoes Wormwood’s spell
No salvation, no escape
The world now bends to its fiery fate
The dying scream in vain despair
For death’s cold breath fills the air
A star of doom, a fiery blaze
In Wormwood’s name, the world decays
Wormwood’s poison, bitter sting
A star of death, a cursed kind
Waters burn and rivers dry
Beneath its shadow, nations die